I didn’t know Mick Owen, but I reckon he would have made his neck of the woods an interesting place. If he found something offensive, he’d whip out a post-it note and pen and make a comment. A typical one – “You are parked illegally in a disabled parking space, wanker.” Mick died earlier this month, aged 62, and wrote his own funeral notice for the Illawarra Mercury… Here’s part of it:

I’m dead … I am not asleep, departed or at rest … No, I’m just dead. At least, I hope that I’m dead because I am to be cremated. Relatives and friends are invited to attend my funeral … (But remember, nobody likes a hypocrite. If you couldn’t be bothered during my life, don’t bother now.) I want no flowers and I want no prayers. If you feel that a gesture is needed, smile at a dog. Dogs smile all the time.

No, didn’t know Mick, but I’ll think of him next time I smile at a dog.